Friday night we watched Time Machine. I’d like to say that every Friday night is movie night. I’d like to say we pop popcorn and watch a wholesome family movie together, all the while bonding and loving each other. More often than not, Friday roles around and I’m exhausted. I’ll opt for sending the kids upstairs to read in bed while Dave and I watch an adult movie*. Lately, I’ve been trying hard to be a better parent. So when my first thought is to send them to bed, I try to do stuff instead. (look I’m a poet, and I didn’t even know it) Long story short, we watched Time Machine. It was about a man in the 1800s whose girl friend dies. In a round about way it’s his fault. He invents a time machine to go back in time to save her. He fails miserably. She’s still dead. He decides to go into the future to figure out how to save dead girl friend. He winds up in 2030, a really cool computer photon hologram thing tells him time travel isn’t possible. He decides to go farther into the future. 2037, humans destroy the moon. Society as we know it ends. He hits his head and winds up in 80,000. It just gets weirder and cornier from there. The kids enjoyed it though.
I’m not sure if I enjoyed the movie or not. Watching a movie with my kids is like watching a movie with a constant barage of questions. Here’s an example. Opening scene: A man dressed well and a little girl. “Mom, what’s that man’s name? Why does he have nice clothes? Is he a doctor? maybe the President? Who’s that little girl? Is that his daughter? Are they related? How old is she? Do you think she’s nice?” “WHAT DID THEY JUST SAY???” Me: “I don’t know, what they said, I can’t hear them over you guys. I have no more information than you. We’re watching the SAME movie!” This is all before we even see the title.
As we sent the kids to bed…
Marshall: Great, now I have two worst fears.
Dave: What are those?
Marshall: Spiders and the world ending. Just great
*by adult, I mean something not produced by Disney, no animation and preferably anything rated PG-13 or R. Get your head out of the gutter.
Overactiveovaries 
Well you could have been in a theater while the barrage of questions happens lol.
We once took Crystal’s brother and sister to see Tarzan and her brother was 7 the ending of the movie is Jane turning from well-dressed city girl into her Tarzan Jane outfit and it’s just fade away one minute she’s in her nice dress next she’s in the other outfit.
the whole theater is completely silent.
Junior: Sissy, how did she change her clothes so fast? And why is she almost naked now?
the joys of children
Chanel you are a way better mom than most moms out there!!! I have one child and struggle, you have five and are doing an awesome job. Keep up the great work!!!